Midnight extended her darkness sense ahead, probing the stone to anticipate where she would emerge. The altitude was immense, so much so that she sensed the looming presence of dragons above, their ancient energies thrumming like a distant heartbeat. Below the realm of the dragons, these expanses belonged to no natural beast. The witch seal maintained its influence, a ward against all creatures imbued with Rothar.
In the ice cavern, the symbols spanned over a hundred meters, encased underneath eternal ice. The unseen barrier was designed to thwart the adversaries of the witches that lived within the Albweiss, ensuring no breach or harm could come to the runes or the protective ice above. Magical attacks, such as fire spells, would be deflected and consumed by the seal long before they could endanger the runes. The ice itself stood as a shield against mundane threats, its thick layers discernible only to Midnight’s expanding darkness, safeguarding the runes from falling rocks and other earthly dangers.
The seal had repelled the sprites, barring their descent to the cave floor. Throughout the battle and its aftermath, they had remained suspended meters above. Midnight comprehended the expansive nature of this witch magic. The seal emanated outward from the runes, extending beyond the ice cavern into the stone walls of the mountain face and from there permeating the surroundings of the Albweiss. As she moved through the rock, she sensed its influence extending several meters beyond the icebound contours, integrated into the fabric of the Albweiss like an ethereal fortress.
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